I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America.

Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

We have not known a single great scientist who could not discourse freely and interestingly with a child. Can it be that haters of clarity have nothing to say, have observed nothing, have no clear picture of even their own fields?

It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.